Hank the Mechanic
by bossfo
First posted Sept 25 2003 on SS Fantasies eGroup
Part 1
I got a flat tire while driving on the freeway the other day and it got me to thinking about that time several months back when I first encountered Mike…. I was driving on a pretty desolate part of the freeway between LA and SF and for some reason I decided not to take I-5 but instead took 99. Anyway, somewhere in between the car started acting up and the check engine light came on… Realizing that I had no desire to get stuck out if the middle of nowhere I started to keep my eyes open for any service stations… Thankfully about 10 or so miles up the road I noticed that there was a station right off the freeway… and I was hoping that it would be open as it was now nearly 6:00. As I got closer I pulled off the road and looked around… There were no cars in sight and it looked like the place was deserted. I was about ready to pull out and try my luck somewhere up the road when the front door to the station opened… I actually had to blink my eyes a few times to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing… Yeah the sun was going down and maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me…
But, boy was I wrong. Slowly this man who had to be at least 6’4” approached my car and asked me in a real slow drawl..” what seems to be the problem?” Ok….Now let me paint a clearer picture of what I was seeing… On that 6’4” plus frame of his he had to weigh at least 300+ pounds. He was wearing only a pair of army fatigues… no shirt. The sweat was pouring off his face and it looked like he was covered in grease. But DAMN.. That body… I know I am exaggerating, but his arms looked like they were almost the size of my waist with ribbons of pulsing veins going up and down them and the tri’s… saying that his tri’s looked like big hams attached to his arms was an understatement. His pecs were covered in a very symmetrical matt of black hair that was not too long and not too short….. Just right! And those nips… I just wanted to reach out and start tweaking them right there… While he was asking me that simple question..my heart was racing as this muscle god was resting his big paws on the door of the car as he was speaking to me.
Ok, so my mouth went dry… and all I could come up with was that the check engine light came on a few miles back and still had a few hours to go and I asked if he could look at the car and see what the problem was. It was kind of late and even though my concern was getting my car looked at…. I wanted to see more of this stud. He reached into the open window and shook my hand and said “ sure thing bud..by the way my name is Hank”… All I could do was stammer that my name was Dave.
He asked me to pull into the garage bay all the way in…, as he wanted to shut the door. When I got out of my car I thought I was gonna blow a major load right there… He was just so casual and relaxed and probably had no idea of the effect he was having on me. I know he was talking to me about different things that could be wrong with my car.. But really my mind was focused on his magnificent body. “Pop the hood” he asked and he proceeded to look under the hood to see what the problem is. Ok.. the view got even better as I was now looking at one of most incredible backs I have ever seen in my life…and we have all heard the expression that someone had lats so wide they looked like they could fly… well Hank certainly had the widest lats and shoulders I had ever seen. After peering under the hood he wanted to get a look under the car so he put it on the lift and was checking the engine out… while I was checking him out. After a few minutes…he figured out that my alternator had come loose… simple fix he said and he took care of it. Now I was simply not ready for this whole viewing pleasure to come to and end…and I was feeling kind of bold so I decided to strike up idle conversation with him about how big he was and what it took to build that body of his.
It was funny because he seemed to get embarrassed when I started asking him questions about how big he was or how much he weighed or how strong he was. Turns out he is 6’3 and weighs around 325. He told me that he has always been strong…ever since he was a little kid (I was just trying to imagine what he was like as a little kid) and was always stronger than his friends… He also smiled and confided in me that he likes to show off how strong he is… and then without me even having to ask.. He casually blurts out… “Would ya like to see how strong I am”… I tried to act pretty casually myself and all I said was “sure.. What can you do?”
Part 2
In my mind I was wondering what he had in mind… I mean just by The look of him I knew he was incredibly strong… but boy was I in for A surprise… After I asked Hank what he could do… a little smile seemed to come over his face. I think somehow he was able to figure out just how into muscle and strength I was and that his embarrassment was about to fade away…
He kind of looked at me and told me that I was in for a real good show… and he started by "warming up" and flexing… again shooting me that smile to get a reaction from me…and with just one look at how fast my dick was growing… he knew he had a 100% muscle fanatic on his hands. Slowly he walked over to where my car was on the lift and he shouted at me to go over and stand by the side of the room near some switches and levers. Not having any idea what he had in mind… I obeyed. He then told me to press one of the switches and hold it till he told me to let go… and with that my car started rising even higher on the lift till it was just a little higher than Hank…
Positioning himself under the middle part of the lift and stretching his arms as wide as they would go he placed his hands on each side of the undercarriage of my car and started to lift just a little… andyes, the car did rise an inch or so, but I was trying to figure out if this is what he had in mind. He readjusted his position a little and then he looked over at me and told me to depress another button and to let go when he said so. When I depressed the button and held it I heard a whooshing sound of air and as I looked over at the lift… the part that holds up the car started to lower into the floor. My jaw just fell to the ground and I swear I blew a load in my pants because the lift was now in the ground and Hank was balancing all 2500lbs plus of my car with his body. He had massive veins before he attempted to do this…but it was like an army of fire hoses started sprouting up all up and down his arms… Now if the site of him standing there holding my car in the air was not enough he started making some deep moaning sounds and growls…as if he were talking to my car and willing it to stay in the air… Also, the sheer weight of the car started to solidify his legs and I could see them expanding into the fabric of his pants.. He sort of glanced at me and smiled… and just said three words to me.."Watch this boy!"
He then proceeded to press the entire weight of the car higher into the air and was actually doing over head presses with my Buick… He was counting his reps… and by the time he got to 9 and 10 I Thought he was finished. Oh was I wrong… He barked out that he had given His arms a good workout…but now it was his legs that needed it… So this freakin monster of muscle proceeded to squat down with my car on his arms and shoulders.. and started counting out the reps….1…2… and by the time he got to 9 his calves, thighs and entire leg muscles were literally exploding with rock hard muscle that was pushing the army fatigues he was wearing to their limits… After He got to 10 he shouted for me to push the first button again… and slowly the lift rose out of the ground to meet with the bottom of my car… He released his hands… Walked over to me and just stood there in front of me for a few seconds and then commanded me to come closer…
Then he hit the most massive double bi pose I have ever seen…and simply said I was looking at 26" of the most pumped up bi's I would ever see… I was speechless…and he knew it … he knew that he had me in his spell… and in a very deep and rough voice he commanded " get over here boy… feel these gunz…NOW!" Not that I needed an invitation but… I started to feel how hard his arms were… and the heat that was coming off them… was so intense from the lifting he had just done… I tried to wrap both my hands around his pumped up bi's but they were just too big… He then told me to grab onto each of his biceps…as he wanted me to do pull-ups and to use his biceps as the bar… I was not as tall as Hank so when I faced him my mouth was literally in the cleavage between his massive pec meat… and before I started the pull ups… I just stuck out my tongue and started to lick both of his sweaty pecs…. Not sure of the reaction I was going to get… but all he could do was to let out this really deep guttural moan….. and it was the moan of a man that was being pleasured….
After a few minutes I decided to refocus on those biceps…. And When I removed my tongue from his pecs and stared at his face… I knew That not only had we connected.. But we both were getting exactly what each of us needed….. He had the body and needed a 100% muscle worshipper and I was the worshipper who needed 100% muscle… the perfect match.
I began to do pull ups using his biceps as leverage… and it was Hard to concentrate as I pulled my weight up using his biceps… his Massive pecs were actually pushing my body outward as I completed each rep… And he counted each rep and after 10 reps he told me to stop….. And he grabbed me by the back of the head and forced my mouth onto his left pec…. And without hesitation I started chewing and gnawing on it… and he allowed me about a minute and then he shifted my mouth to his right pec and I knew exactly what to do….. Again after a minute he removed my mouth…
He then told me to follow him across the room… where there was an Old farm tractor that was being repaired… Again.. my mind was trying To figure out what he was going to do next… He looked around and spotted what he was looking for… There was an old tractor tire lying on its side and he grabbed the tire and started pressing it over his head.. Now after seeing him press and squat with my car .. I knew that there had to be more…I swear he had ESP because he looked at me and said almost the same thing I was thinking…and he just said "watch!".. He proceeded to hold the huge tire above his head… and then he lowered it.. First over his head and then over his massive shoulders till he spread his arms and it stopped midway down his arm between his massive tri's and forearms. And they were holding it in place… Ok, now this looked a little strange… here he was with a tire around his upper body???? What was he going to do? He started to breath in and out very heavily…and slowly was spreading his arms out as wide as they could go till there was no more room… He kept breathing hard and started that low-pitched growl again and I could see the pressure on his face and his entire body as he was attempting to raise his arms to the horizontal from left to right.. But the tire was preventing him from doing this… He continued to put pressure on the thick truck tire till I started to hear what I thought was a tearing and ripping sound coming from the tire… He was actually ripping apart a thick truck tire with just the muscles of his arms and triceps… The tire was putting up a good fight… but you could actually see the rubber expanding outward…unable to contain his mighty strength… after a few minutes I saw the rubber expand and eventually it gave way as it split in two and each half went flying… He just looked at me and simply said, " Now that was a good arm workout"
By this time I thought I had seen everything… but was I in for a shock……
Part 3
By this time his mind was just thinking about what else he could play around with to show off his muscle with??? Little did I know but he later told me just how much he was getting off and wanted to continue to get off on just proving how strong he was. He knew he had the muscle… and had done some flexing and showing off before, but never had he seen the level of intensity and devotion that I was showing. He figured out really quickly that muscle was what made me tick (and the more the muscle… the hotter and intense I got)… and the more I worshipped every muscular pound of his body the more he was determined to give me the best show ever. With each feat of strength he was performing for my pleasure he was getting even more pumped and hard. So after the last show he looked around the garage…. He was definitely going to make the most of my love and hunger for muscle and strength…and his desire to show off. He walked over to where they kept the spare tires and rims…. Looked over the pile of discarded tires and rims and picked a rim that looked like it came from a large truck of some sort. As he held it easily between his hands he told me it came off a large 2 ton dump truck the had repaired a while back. He said it was fairly light and only weighed a few hundred pounds but it was made of hard alloy steel and was about feet in diameter… He held the truck rim in front of his massive chest…his mighty paws gripping each side with such force that he was actually causing indents in the steel. Then he started applying equal pressure to each side of the rim… increasing the depth of the depressions in the steel with his mighty fingers. By this time the veins that were already pulsing up and down his arms were actually growing bigger and his pecs looked like molten rock that was pulsing before my very eyes….veins were beginning to etch their way across his massive chest with each passing second. About 2-3 minutes later I started hearing this high pitched squeal like noise that seemed to be coming from the rim itself… It was like the rim was screaming in pain from all the pressure that Hank was applying from both sides…. And slowly before my eyes the once round truck rim was being crushed into a shape that I could only describe as looking like an hourglass. He continued to growl and curse at the truck rim…commanding it to bend to the will and power of his mighty arms. I was so much in a trance while watching him that I only caught some of his “muscle grunts”… those semi coherent shouts he would yell at the objects he was trying to crush or manipulate. He was yelling at the rim things like “ you stupid piece of shit metal…you don’t stand a chance against all this muscle…grrrrrrrrr” and shortly after that he actually pushed the metal so close together that his hands met. .. and his only comment after crushing this massive truck rim was to hold it above his head with one hand and said “ YEAH… No match for this Muscle Stud” and with that he tossed it aside as if it were as light as a feather.
Again he flashed me that killer smile and preceded to crunch his arms together in the most magnificent crab pose I had ever witnessed. Damn… those traps looked so massive that they were actually beginning to look like a part of his neck…. His skin was glistening with a light coating of sweat… just enough to look like he had just been oiled up for a heavyweight bodybuilding contest. And it was like he was reading my mind as he walked up to me… put those massive arms on my shoulders and looked me in the eye and then down to my throbbing dick and simply said… “ Someone seems to be enjoying the show and someone sure looks like they need a release?” Now it was my turn to be embarrassed…. And he saw my face turning red… He told me not to worry and that he was actually happy that I was getting this reaction… and without skipping a beat he just looked at me and said in a deep voice “ come on… whip it out… and let me flex till you blow a load” For a millisecond I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. OK… so my inhibitions dropped again due to Hank’s general good personality and good looks. Now I’m no slouch in the size department… and even though I knew it wouldn’t take much time to empty what was churning inside my balls…. I pulled out my aching 8 inches …. And I guess Hank liked what he saw… cuz he actually licked his lips and started to show me the most amazing flex routine…. In a mere microsecond my brain was again trying to grasp what was going on… and I wondered if this was actually happening. He just started slamming out pose after pose…… double bi with peaks so massive they looked like mini mountains, right bi… left bi…. And the most freakin awesome side chest….. A lat spread that would make any muscle freak cream in an instant… legs and calves… FUCK… you just have to imagine seeing legs that were so cut that they actually did resemble tree trunks… and a most muscular crab pose that made every drop of spit in my mouth dry up in an instant…. You name it… he did it.
And the weirdest thing is that even though I knew I was capable of shooting my wad within 10 seconds…. I guess I wanted this to last so somehow he was turning me on so much that I was actually controlling and willing my own cock to hold off from Cumming. But, alas…. After several minutes…(an exact number I could not tell) I couldn’t take it anymore and my cock started to erupt and let Hank know just how much I was enjoying his awesome display of muscle, power and strength. I even impressed myself by blowing what turned into 3 separate explosions… one powerful enough to shoot and land on Hank’s pulsing thigh muscle. DAMN…. I was so spent and I thought Hank must be spent too…. Boy was I wrong…. Just when I thought this fantasy was going to end…. Hank looked at me and just said 3 words…. “ Ready for more?”
Part 4
Ok.. So after the last muscle fantasy…. What else could this muscle stud have in mind? He started walking out a back door to the garage to what looked like a wrecking yard full of old cars and trucks and what looked like a massive machine used to crush and flatten cars…. To me it was just a junkyard… but to Hank it was just another way for him to show me how powerful he was… He looked around the yard all the while he was massaging his massive pecs and nips… DAMN… he could have simply stood there doing this and I would have been in heaven but his eyes spotted what he was looking for…. About 100 yards away towards the other end of the yard was what looked like an older model caddy or Oldsmobile against the wall… It was all dented and definitely a candidate for the car crusher…. Or so I thought.
He calmly walked up to the rear of the car… and started to run his hands under the rear bumper and the frame… later he told me that he did this as he was trying to figure the best way to get a grip on the car….
He placed his hands under the frame in a wide grip and then it looked like he was putting himself in a trance… he lifted the rear of the car off the ground and then sort of bounced it up and down little…. He again grasped the steel frame with the same grip he showed to the hapless tire rim he destroyed only a short time ago… grasping it so firmly that his fingers were gripping with such strength that the steel could not handle the pressure and simply began mold around his fingers. He commanded me to come closer and get a better view.
He lifted the rear of the car off the ground just enough to clear the tires and enough so that he was standing upright. He started pushing the car towards the wall till the front of the car was in contact with the wall. Now here was where his power would come into play… I knew what he was attempting to do and in my mind I knew he could do it… but I wanted to see how his 325 pounds of raw muscle was going to overpower 3250+ of steel. He was pushing so hard that his massive chest was now resting on the trunk of the car while he pushed…. Causing it to dent inward from the sheer pressure being pressed on it by his massive rock solid pecs…. I also noticed that his biceps were also pressing again metal and it too was losing the battle against this mountain of muscle and strength… It didn’t take long for the steel to start bending and crumpling against the pressure….and once the steel started to cave under Hank’s sheer muscle… he let out a deep low growllll…. Letting the steel and the car know who was boss!
I managed to glance at his legs and couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing… His calves, his thighs and glutes were already pumped from squatting my car on the car lift and now with the pressure of pushing a 2 ton car into a thick solid cement wall …his fatigues were now stretched to the limits of the fabric and with the continual pressure he was applying to the car I could actually see the seams of the pants starting to tear… eventually the seams couldn’t take it and they gave way and his fatigues simply fell off his legs … leaving my Muscle God wearing only a jockstrap… Despite this his power on the car did not let up even a little… He continued to pour every ounce of his strength into the rear of the car… all the while grunting and groaning and cursing the car… and noises that came out of his mouth only served to make Hank even Hotter in my mind. Slowly the front of the car started to crumple further and the windows started to pop out …unable to stay in place now that their frames were distorted…
His growl got deeper and he was applying so much pressure on the rear of the car that he was beginning to leave deep indents in the ground with each step forward he took…. He was winning and the car was losing… inch by inch the car was crumpling into a massive hunk of steel that was getting shorter as time passed the doors were now beginning to bow outward till they too popped out of their hinges… Step by step he pushed the car forward… rivers of hot sweat were trickling off his massive back… yet no amount of steel produced by Detroit could stand up to the power that Hank possessed. The sound of metal crunching was deafening… and the car was growing shorter and more compact with each shove this muscle giant was applying…. He continued to shove until the car was now a wrecked and very much shorter car than it was just a while ago… as a matter of fact it looked like he managed to compact it to less than 3 feet in length…. He was finished.. Hank VS. The Steel.. and the steel didn’t stand a chance… First he did a double bicep pose over the wrecked car and bellowed out….”YEAH… NO MATCH FOR THIS MUSCLE”
He turned to face me… the sweat on his chest mingled with his chest hairs to make them glisten in the fading sun. I took my hands and just started to massage his massive and hardened pecs… They were both hot to the touch and moist with sweat…and I knew he appreciated the attention I was giving his pecs as he emitted a low and grateful growl of appreciation and satisfaction… that was the sexiest and Hottest sounds I had ever heard….
Part 5
Hank stood there for a few minutes… his big chest heaving in and out from his breathing… he just looked at me and said he needed a little water so we walked to the other side of the yard near the office… where he greedily drank in at least two quarts of water… and again when I thought the show was over he motioned me towards the huge car crushing machine and asked me if I wanted to see more??? No verbal answer was necessary…he saw the lust for muscle in my eyes.
The car crushing machine was an open platform with hydraulic pistons attached to all 4 sides… and with one side being open slightly… he explained that there was a control booth near the opening where the operator would work the levers and buttons of the massive machine that was designed to reduce a 2 ton plus car into a block of scrap metal.
He told me that if I thought crushing a car with his bare hands was a feat of strength… this next show would amaze me… He told me to go to the controls and to listen to his commands… He proceeded to tell me that each button operated the pistons individually thus enabling them to crush a car efficiently… He stood on the platform and commanded me to hit the two buttons on the far left of the control panel…at which point I heard motors start to come to life and the walls on either side of Hank sprang to life and started moving closer together.
He stretched his mighty arms outward knowing full well that within seconds the two walls would attempt to close together and crush him like a car… Now his outstretched arms met the force of the two sides of the car crusher and they were now about to meet the power of Hank’s bulging arms….
The hydraulic pistons were attempting to overpower and crush Hank but they were meeting more resistance than they normally encountered with a car on the platform. Even though I knew he could do this I was still amazed that Hank was actually holding back a wall of metal being pushed by powerful hydraulic pistons… The machine started to make some weird noises as time passed and the gauges on the control panel started going haywire….. He looked up at me and without missing a beat yelled out” YEAH….LOOK AT THESE GUNZ”. The veins in his arms were now pulsing with blood as he continued to hold the pistons back as if they were nothing… Then he freaked me out even more as he slowly let the pistons gain just a little momentum…before pushing his arms wide again… God DAMN… He was doing presses with a hydraulic car crusher exerting god knows how much force and he was actually counting out reps as he was doing it….. I yelled down to him that the gauges were going crazy and he managed to yell back to shut down the pistons… Quickly I slammed the stop switches and within seconds the pistons retreated into the walls of the machine… But Hank was now down on the platform flexing his arms… and admiring the massive pump that he now had by using the machine to do an arm workout… It was kind of like I was not there for a few seconds… as he would flex his left bicep and tense it and untense it for a few seconds..all the while admiring what he had created.. Then he did the same for his right bicep… ...and he was still making that low growling noise while he was doing this.... and why shouldn’t he admire his arms… they were a work of art… massive and pumped with the most freaky peaks… and thick veins running all up and down his arms….and if I had to guess I would swear they had to be at least 30 inches by now…
He then yelled up for me to hit the red button on the end of the panel and not knowing what to expect… I hit it and then next thing I saw was another piston bringing another metal panel down but this panel kind on swung over the top and its job was to further crush the cars flat… the panel swung down…meeting Hank’s hands which were in the overhead press position… and again it was Hank’s might against the hydraulic pistons that were pushing down with tons of pressure. This time when the pressure grew he outmuscled the machine and it was his tri’s that were growing… The noises started that indicated the machine was trying to counter the force that was preventing it from completing its chore…. I could hear Hank let out a powerful cry indicating his magnificent muscles were far more powerful than any man-made machine… and just to prove it he did overhead presses while toying with the hydraulic pistons… He would lower his arms giving the pistons a little downward movement…then he would just as quickly thrust his arms upward using the piston’s power to provide his tri’s with one of the most awesome workouts… By the time he got to the 12th rep… the size of his tri’s was freakin unbelievable… and his biceps were equally as big… it was as if he was draining the power from the car crusher and transferring it to his bi’s and tri’s…. after seeing this amazing arm workout I thought he was going to tell me to shut down the machine…. But NO.. He wanted his quads to get a workout so this muclefreak proceeded to squat down… with the panel moving downward with him…as if it were going to crush him…but as he squatted down…with his huge muscle butt almost touching the ground he powered the panel upward… using just the power in his quads… By this time the gauges on the machine were going crazy.. having no idea what was causing the wild fluctuations… and the noise coming out of the machine were even louder than before… I yelled down to him what was happening…but he still managed to push out 4 more reps… still pitting his raw muscle against a machine…with muscle winning out.. And after the 6th rep he yelled up to shut the machine down…which I did…
Now I hopped down from the control booth and walked over to Hank… who was grinning from ear to ear… and as I got closer I noticed he was flexing… doing a combo of arms/tricep and leg flexes… to show off his pump….and without thinking I got closer to him… got on my knees and started to run both of my hands all over his magnificent quads… feeling each and every valley between the mounds of muscle….and eventually I worked my way down his legs to his calves….huge cut and rock solid that they were…and as I looked upward at my muscle gods face I noticed that another of his muscles was also getting pretty hard… and was growing……..
Part 6
Hank continued to flex for me for what seemed like an eternity… then he looked at me in the eyes… and smiled again… He later told me that he had been concentrating on showing off his power on mere objects….and he wanted to focus on me for a while…
So he ever so deliberately walked up to me… and scooped me up as if I weighed nothing (and for those interested I stand about 6” and weigh just a little over 210 myself) with one hand under my crotch and the other on my chest and he proceeded to do overhead presses with me as a weight…. Now by now you can guess that lifting me overhead was mere child’s play for Hank… But for me… DAMN… just to feel his meaty paws on my throbbing cock… lifting me skyward and holding me there before lowering me and pressing me upward again… I lost count after 25 reps… then he lowered me to the ground… looked at me in the eye and proceeded to grip me under my armpits and lift me just enough to where my mouth was eyeball to eyeball with his massive chest….and not needing any prodding… I proceeded to chew, gnaw and lick each massive hairy pec with great desire…. With his grunting and growling of appreciation growing more intense as I continued to attack each mound of pec muscle… I could tell he was definitely into getting his pecs worked over because when I would chew them hard the moans of ecstasy that came out of his mouth were LOUD…. And Hank being a man of few words was only uttering things like “YEAH… CHEW THOSE BIG PECS BOY… DON’T STOP”…. And not wanting to disappoint my Muscle God… I ravaged his pecs like there was no tomorrow… he then sort of directed the actions of my tongue towards his juicy pits… OH Man… I was in hog heaven… the taste of his sweaty pits was just too much and I had never used my tongue with such a level of intensity before…. And if you ever get the opportunity to savage the massive biceps of a muscle god… I would recommend it…. He actually had me trying to dent his biceps before I started to lick them…to no avail of course… They were hot on my tongue as I managed to lick every square inch of both biceps… using my tongue to follow those massive veins that ran up and down those arms…. Following an extended tongue lashing with his biceps… I sort of moved south towards his rock hard abs… and the combination of sweat and the light coating of hair on his abs were just too much…. Words cannot even describe it…. I again managed to get my tongue over every square inch of his abs…. By this time his cock was throbbing and getting HUGE…. And I can tell he was getting all hot and bothered…. But something inside me told me to hold off on my desire to wrap my hungry mouth around his cock….. kind of like saving it for dessert! But I did manage to use my tongue and gave his thighs and quads the most amazing tongue bath…. I had no idea this was driving Hank so mad…. That he felt he had to release some energy in the only way he knew how…. He had to lift something…..
He got up and started walking towards the garage… and motioned for me to follow him inside…and he walked over to a Dodge Ram Pickup that was in the shop being repaired… He carefully took off the rear cargo door of the pickup and laid it aside… Ok… my mind started wondering what he could possible have in mind now…. He told me to sit on the edge of the pickup’s truck bed and face outward… with my legs over the back of the truck bed…. Which I did….
He then sat down… facing the rear of the truck and me… and kind of slid his legs under the rear of the truck a little…. So he was facing me… while sitting on the ground…. He then told me to hold on…as he grasped the rear frame of the pickup truck and started to do shoulder presses right before my eyes… All I could see were his massive delts that were getting bigger with each rep he did…. And I wanted to encourage Hank so I started barking out commands to him… “ COME ON STUD… MORE REPS… PUMP THOSE TRAPS & DELTS” It was like I lit a match and threw it in a pool of gas…. Because Hank exploded with amazing power…. Pumping both me and the pickup up and down at a feverish pace….. He managed to get about 25 reps… and finally let the truck down for one final time… got out from under the truck…stood up and picked me up and put me down… placing my hands on his traps…. His shoulders were fiery hot from the massive pump he had….. I was trying to massage his traps…but there was no way my hands were going to even make a dent…. Hank kind of looked around…looking for god knows what….. But he found what he was looking for…. There were a bunch of long metal bars stacked on the floor on the far side of the garage… later he told me they were parts of the old lift at the garage before the new ones were put in….
He walked over to the stack… picked up one bar… and placed it behind his neck all the while holding the ends of the bar with the widest grip possible…. He turned…faced me … and said “ BOY… YOU WANNA SEE SOME MUSCLE IN ACTION”… and with that.. He started to apply equal downward pressure upon the metal bar that was resting on his massive traps and shoulders… I know the bar was only about 4” thick…but somehow it was resisting Hanks FREAKY muscle pressure…. And this only served to piss him off…. And as if it were possible… he seemed to poor on more muscle to bend the bar… I was beginning to see a little dent in his traps as he continued to apply muscle to the bar…. He kept yelling at the bar… and slowly but surely…a high pitched squeal stated coming from inside the bar….as it to could no longer resist Hanks monster muscle… The bar began to resemble warm taffy … as it began to bend slowly… into a U shape….He continued to apply massive pressure with his arms… using his hard traps as resistance… with the steel bar losing in the end…
He then held up the once straight steel bar….that now resembled a large U… and told me to come over to him…. He told me to stand perfectly still and he then placed the bent bar around my upper body…. and Hank then started to bend the bar around my chest…. Till the two ends almost met….. Having no clue what he had in mind… I was just going along for the ride…. ( that thought would be so apparent in a second or two) Hank grasped the ends of the bar that were now closest together and squeezed tight with his hands…. His grip was so intense that the steel was actually melding together…. Forming a handle for him in a weird sort of way… He told me to hold onto the side of the bar…and to hold on tight…. Not one to question Hank,,, I grabbed on for dear life…
He then grabbed the make shift handle he had created… and proceeded to lift the weight of me and the bar upward using one hand… It was kind of like being upside down on a ferris wheel…. But he was actually doing one arm presses using the bend metal bar and my body weight… Without even putting me down.. he transferred the bar to his other hand and continued to do one arm presses…. He would alternate arms with each 10 or so reps he belted out… I now know why he bent the bar so tightly around my body…. it was to prevent me from falling out… what a concept… But only Hank could come up with this……. Ah… but in my mind I had something in mind that I wanted Hank to do… and as soon as he let me down…. I asked…..
Part 7
When I told Hank what I wanted him to do next… he actually had me repeat myself… to make sure he heard it right… and when I did he just looked me straight in the eye and said … “You are one freaky muscle slave boy… but I like your style” and he said it sounded like one of the hottest things he had heard…
So I proceeded to strip down to only my birthday suit… and got closer to Hank where he lifted me up and helped me to straddle his right bicep…. YEAH… I was gonna sit on Hank’s massive bicep muscle… while he flexed it for me… It took a little maneuvering, but I managed to settle myself down… smack on his hot bicep with my legs dangling over the side and me holding on to his massive traps to balance myself… Now if the truth be told… just the thought of my balls and cock coming into contact with his rock hard bicep would have been enough… But, I wanted to go for the ride of my life… and I started to get him going by talking real dirty … and he just looked at me and said… “Boy.. you best be holdin on… cuz your gonna go for a ride”…. And with that he started to flex the most massive bicep I had ever seen….and I instantly felt it solidify under my balls & cock and I rose in the air as he flexed… If I weren’t experiencing it myself I would not have believed it… Hank was flexing his bicep while I was riding up and down… as if I was as light as a feather… He teased me too… by flexing his bicep…and holding the pose in place… making my cock harder than it had ever been before… and my hands were gripping onto his massive shoulders…. All the while he was smiling at me… and saying things like… “YEAH BOY… how does it feel to have this muscle stud’s bicep against your cock?” He then commanded me to shift a little and to use his pecs to stabilize myself… and when I bent closer to him to grab onto his pecs…I was leaning forward more than before… and I inadvertently was sitting at a different angle…so that when he flexed next… I actually felt the hardness of his bicep on my ass… as if he wanted to fuck me with it!! My mind was in a total haze and funk… and I was trying to concentrate but the pleasure I was experiencing was just too much…but I did notice that Hank was loving every second of it. … and after what seemed like countless reps… he told me he wanted to switch arms… and not wanting to disappoint him… I gladly switched… and again.. I felt his rock hard bicep muscle on my skin… and his bi’s were so pumped that I even felt the pulsing of the blood as it was rushing through his engorged veins… and I knew that I did blow a load while I was straddling his bicep… and later Hank told me that I actually managed to cum a total of four times… and he had no clue where it was coming from…. But I did… He knew that I was in heaven .. but since he did not know what it was like to be a total slave to muscle… he had no clue as to the effect it had on my brain… and my body… My head was swimming… You just cannot imagine the feeling of rock hard muscle against that part of your body…
Hank finally let me down from my ride… and my head was still swimming from the ecstasy of what I had just experienced…. And Hank… wanting to bring me “back to earth” just grabbed my head and pulled me closer to him… and positioned my lips on his pecs… and without thinking I instantly started chewing on his meaty pecs… switching from left to right… before I suddenly stopped… looked Hank in the eyes… glanced down at his throbbing cock… and then up into his eyes again… and realizing it was my turn to take care of him… so I got down on my knees and started to work on one of the hardest and thickest cocks I had ever had the chance to get my mouth around in a while…. And from the moment my tongue touched Hank’s thick veined cock… He let out a groan of pleasure … and only said two words… “don’t stop”… So for the next 30 minutes or so…time escaped me.. I was sucking on the most heavenly cock… and those balls… DAMN... Hank defined the term “low hangers”… at one point Hank grabbed me by the back of the head and just started forcing my mouth onto his cock in a frenetic pace… till I could literally feel the head of his cock banging against the back of my throat… I also felt the pace of his breathing picking up and getting raspier….and I knew he was going to blow a load….so I wrapped my lips tight around his cock…and just like clockwork… he blew like Mt St. Helens…. And he was so turned on that I actually kept my mouth in place while he exploded….(this he told me later)… This continued on till Hank again grabbed me by the back of the neck and kind of pulled me off his cock… He lifted me up by the armpits… and then proceeded to grab me by the waist and lift me upside down… so that now my cock was in his face… and his cock was in my face… ok so a new twist on “69”… All the while I was sucking his cock and he was sucking mine…I just wondered if life could get any better than this…… we both blew another load.,…. At which time Hank let me down… and very much out of character… he grabbed me and started giving me a big bear hug…. All the while he realized his strength and power and applied just enough pressure…. To keep me tight and close to his sweaty and warm body…. god I wished time could just stop here and now…
Ah but all things must come to an end… Hank released me and we were both spent and by this time it was getting late…. We talked for a little while… and I kind of hinted to Hank that I would love to get together again with him….. He smiled and agreed… then he told me that in a few weeks… a friend of his from up north was coming down for a visit… and his friend was just as much of a muscle show off as he was… and that he thought it would be HOT to have me take care of two muscle studs….. He also hinted that his buddy was bigger and stronger than he was… He said they fooled around a bit… but that since they both needed a muscle slave to get off in front of… I would be perfect…… He asked me if I was up to it…… and do I need to say what my response was…. Hank told me that he would get in touch with his buddy… and give me a call…
At that point I knew that I still had 3 hours left to drive home…… ah but what memories…
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